After retirement, President Biden still needed a little help keeping track of things. Jill thought she had the solution: bring back the Easter Bunny aide, the one who used to hop in during press events and quietly redirect Joe whenever he started wandering off-script.
Unfortunately, that plan collapsed after the world discovered the Bunny’s after-hours activities in a Senate hearing room — a scandalous video that proved even fur suits can’t hide everything on a Senate Hearing Room table.
So Jill did what any sensible First Lady in semi-retirement would do: she called Chainsaw Chicken.
Chainsaw wasn’t thrilled. He didn’t want the job, but Jill was insistent. “Just keep him safe, keep him occupied, and above all, don’t let him try to ‘improve’ anything,” she said.
And that’s how Chainsaw ended up in the living room, pointing frantically at an old man in pajamas who was about to plug a Chevrolet Corvette into the wall socket. Yes, the one next to the Top Secret documents discussed a few years ago.
Joe had convinced himself he could turn it into an EV with an extension cord. Jill had convinced herself Chainsaw was the only man who could stop him. And Chainsaw — well, he was convinced the whole house was about to explode.
“Joe!” Chainsaw shouted, finger outstretched. “That’s not how this works!”
Joe looked up with that puzzled grin. “C’mon, man, it’s electricity, right? You just plug it in. It’s like like playing a record player.”
The Corvette’s taillights flickered in anticipation. Chainsaw’s feathers ruffled. Jill sighed from the kitchen.